You dance to the cha cha,the rhumba and the pachanga,
you groove to the music,your hips swaying to the beat.
You swing to the left, and swing to the right,not
knowing when the ending might.
You shake to the front, and shake to the back,your little waist juggling and struggling.the sweat from your body
transparent in the light.They will never know the reason why you dance without stopping,If only they know
that the only man you've been dancing,
is now in the arms of another dancer.